A/N - I apologize if nothing is spelled correctly lol I don't have my usually Word on this computer. Please enjoy!

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The brunette's eyes tried their best to stay on the file in front of herwith the agonizing feel of other agents eyes on her the entire time. Ever since she had walked in that morning people just felt the need to keep their eyes glues to her. They either looked over to her from their spots at their desks, or they stood plenty feet away. But not one of them took their eyes off of her.

Emily gave a loud huff as she set down her pen, her eyes glaring over to each and every one of the agents that stood in the bullpen. "What? What are you all looking at? Huh?" She waved her hands in front of her, her voice practically growling as she spoke. "We all have work to do, don't we?"

Derek gave a laugh as everyone quickly went back to work, and he shook his head before walking over to the older woman's desk. "You ok there, Em?"

The brunette shook her head, rolling her eyes as she looked up to her friend. "I don't get it. Was what I did really that remarkable or weird or bad or whatever? Why won't they quit looking at me?"

The younger man smiled down to the brunette who looked to him with her pleading brown eyes. "You practically bit Strauss' head off, Em. It was pretty damn remarkable."

Emily quickly took the mug out of the darker man's hand. "She didn't like the way I handled the situation with Briana Healy, but she didn't understand the situation," she gave a grin after sipping from the mug craddled between her hands, "but I made her fucking understand."

Derek gave a shrug, sighing as he watched hisa friend take another sip from his mug. "Sure, you can drink my coffee."

"She thinks she knows everything because she's our fucking unit director, but she's never spent a day out in the field. She has no idea what it's like to be out there. Just because she's all fucking high and mighty, she thinks she knows everything and can control everything. But she can't! Ya' know?"

"Oh it's no problem, Em. I can just go and make another one."

Emily shook her head once more, not hearing the voice of her friend as she continued on her rant. "I mean, I have to have feelings. I can't just turn them on and off like Hotch does everyday."

Hotch let out a grunt as he passed by his fiance's desk. "Thanks Emily."

The brunette grimaced at the voice of her boss. "Sorry sweetie." She looked back up to her friend, handing him back his coffee. "But at least she's not suspending me, right? I mean that's a plus, isn't it?"

Hotch walked up behind his fiance and spun her chair around, laying a kiss to her forehead. "Em, you need to calm yourself down. Alright? You got Strauss to understand why you did what you did, and she's left it alone. Not everyone can do that."

Emily nodded her head, smiling up to the older man. "Yeah."

"So what's got you so rilled up?"

The younger woman let out a huff, waving her hands around in the air. "No one in this entire building will quit staring at me!"

Hotch looked up from the beautiful brown eyes he had fallen in love with and looked around the room, his eyes hardening on the agents that looked their way. "You all have work to do, don't you? All of you get your eyes back in your heads."

Emily smiled up to her fiance, standing from her chair so she could peck him on the lips. "Thank you." She turned around in the brunette's arms and watched as all agents averted their eyes. "Wow. You really do have power." Her dark eyes turned back to her boss, her hands trailing down his chest as her teeth nibbled into her plump bottom lip. "I like that."

Hotch immediately gave a shake of the head, taking her hands hostage with his. "No, no. Not with the face. Last time that happened," he set their hands to the small swell of the brunette's stomach, "that happened."

The younger woman giggled as her fiance set a kiss to her nose. "Well I can't help it when the love of my life has such beautiful eyes and magical hands."

The brunette man shook his head again before hugging his woman to his chest, smiling into her dark hair. "So who's picking up Jack? Me or you?"

"Well I thought I would since I have to leave early anyway."

Derek looked back over to his friend after sitting back in his chair. "You have to leave early?"

Hotch nodded, tugging the younger woman to his side. "She has an ultrasound appointment."

Emily smiled up to the older man, her eyes glistening as she nodded her head. "You remembered?"

"Your appointment? Of course I did."

Emily let out a watery laugh before taking her fiance into a hug, her fingers locking behind his strong neck. "That is so sweet of you!"

Derek gave a chuckle when he saw his boss' eyes widen in confusion. "So how are those hormones, Emily?"

The brunette scoffed before turning around, her red eyes scowling over towards her younger friend. "I do not have those pregnancy hormones just yet, Derek Morgan. I am perfectly sane and in my right mind for the moment."

Hotch shook his head, kissing the brunette's hair before making his way towards the catwalk. "You have a couple more minutes before you leave for your appointment, Em. Maybe find some files and pack them up into your bag so you can do them at home?"

Emily gave a nod before sitting back down at her desk, her fingers picking up a pen and tapping it quietly against her desk.

Reid held a smile on his face as he walked up to his desk, a cup of coffee in his hand as he sat down. He looked across his piles of files and his computer and over to the nervous woman who continued to tap her pen. "How are you today, Emily? I didn't get a chance to talk to you after lunch."

Emily glared over to her friend, pointing her pen towards the younger man with her eyes dark. "Don't think you're gonna try and butter me up with your cheeriness, Spencer Gray Reid. I'm not gonna fall for it."

"...Fall for it?"

"Exactly!" Emily shook her head, putting on a smile as she stood from her chair and picked up her briefcase from the floor. "Well I have my appointment, so I'll see you both tomorrow alright?" She blew a kiss to both of them, and waved to her fiance that watched her leave the bullpen from his office window. "Love you guys!"

Emily quickly left the confused men in the bullpen after grabbing her purse and shouldering it along with her briefcase and make her way down the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator. She smiled all the way down the stairs and out the building doors, her hand tightening around the straps of her bags as the sunlight hit her dark hair and eyes. After making her way to her car, her hand dug into the open pocket of her purse to search for her car keys. "Where the hell did the go..."

"Excuse me?"

The brunette turned around, redheaded woman quickly stepping into her view. Emily's eyes surveyed the woman in front of her, taking in her messy hair and ripped jacket and pants. "Can I help you?"

The younger woman nodded her head. "I'm so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could give me a ride. My husband just kicked me out of our car and I don't have any money for a cab," she shook her head, her messy bun bobbing back and forth, "and I need to get home so I can get to my children."

Emily's heart broke for the upset woman in front of her, and she gave a soft sigh before finding the keys for her car. "Alright. Get in my car, ok? I can drive you home."

The redhead's eyes widened as she let out a sigh of relief, taking the older woman into a hug. "Thank you! Thank you so very much."

Emily gave a weary smile before nodding her head, pointing over towards the passanger side door. "Get in. You can give me directions as we drive, alright? I really need to be somewhere."

"Of course," she stuck out her hand, "I'm Jordyn. Jordyn Pierce."

The older woman smiled slightly before grasping the other woman's hand. "I'm Emily."

Jordyn's eyes darkened as the brunette turned her back, nodding her head as she checked her pocket to make sure her knife was in place. "Thank you, Emily."